Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Smog,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.